Of Fire and Ice

C.34

I woke up in a cell. My whole body was sore, as if I'd been beaten to near death. I decided standing would be a bad idea, so I just sat there in chains against a wall.

"So how are you feeling?" A voice asked and I looked up and squinted to see who was talking. It was very dark in here, afterall.

"Um, I'm sore and pretty exhausted. Also, I'm on my period, so I feel very disgusting. Also quite angsty at the moment." I hummed, thinking out loud.

"Hey, is there any chance I could talk to the person in charge?" I asked. "Not really. Boss chooses who she wants to talk to." He said. "It's a female?! Oh can you please just deliver a message that I'd like to speak to her, please?"

He gave me a long look, then nodded and walked away. So I sat in that cell, bored out of my fucking mind.

"Stitched you up, put you together, with cotton and feathers. Gave you love. Put my heart inside you. Oh what could I do? When you started talking in your sleep, saying things you'd do to me. I didn't care, I wasn't scared. Now I'm finding knives under the sheets, crumbled photographs of me. I'm in despair. Should I be scared? Teddy bear, you were my teddy bear. You were comforting and quiet, how did love become so violent? Oh teddy bear, you were my teddy bear. Everything was so sweet, until you tried to kill me..." I and softly out of boredom.

"Boss wants to speak with you." The man came back and started unlocking my cell. He came in and started undoing my chains. "Don't try anything funny." He warned. "Why would I do that? I asked you for a favour, which you fulfilled. So why would I try anything at this point?" I asked. "You have a good point. But you never know, with some people." He sighed. "I'm not like most people. I have logic and reasoning skills." I grinned.

He walked me through a dark hallway, through a large iron door and to a carpeted fancy hallway. We walked down it to a large ballroom or something. There was a chair there, more like a throne, which a woman sat on, and her court and knights stood around her.

The woman looked like me strange enough.

"What is your name?" She asked, raising her chin to look at me. "Henley Targaryen." I said as I walked up to her. She stood, standing a few inches above me.

"Lovely to meet you, Henley. I'm Harley Targaryen, your sister. I've been very keen to find you." She smiled.

"Excuse me? Is this some sick joke?" I coughed in disbelief. "Our mother is Cersei Targaryen. Our Father is Viserys Targaryen. They were dark wizards in a dark guild. I was eight and already registered in the guild when mom got pregnant with you. She made father and I leave because she finally realised that that guild wasn't any place to raise a family. So we left. The last time I saw you was yours' and Ariadne's birthday. October seventeenth, eighteen years ago. Mom, dad, and I evacuated once mom was sure that you were safe with Cornelia." She said and tears filled my eyes.

"Henley, we're family. I'm not lying." She said, and I just ran and collected her in a hug. "I know you're not. I just... I've spent my whole life believing I was alone..." I cried on her shoulder. She hugged me close, resting her cheek on my hair.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She took my hand and pulled me out and to a bathroom. She started a bath for me and I slipped in and she sat beside on the outside. "Are you a wizard?" I asked, lifting some bubbles on my finger.

"I am." "What magic do you practise?" I asked. "Marionette magic. I can get people and things to do whatever I like. It doesn't work on people I have relations to, though, which is unfortunate." She sighed. "Where does relation end?" I asked. "Family and friends. Basically anyone I feel a connection to." She said and I nodded. "That's pretty cool. Are all the knights yours?" I asked and she smiled and nodded. "My puppets. They come at my beck and call." She said and I chuckled.

I was soon cleaned up and in a fancy black dress, like Harley's. We went back to the ballroom only to find that my friends were there first.